My feelings

Where should I put my feelings

I can’t contain them anymore

Should I lock them in a cage

Or should I give someone for a wage.

I want to turn on a new page

And I am locked in this phase.

I am fuming right now in rage

For I dont want to be out of control.

I am still madly in love with her

And I am not ready to forgive her.

She is pursuing me like a persistent fly,

This love makes us mad, I don’t know why?

I need to silence my heart and my mind,

Is there a refuge camp to hide

For I don’t know what I want to do

No friendzone

I once told you

That it’s very hard for me

To be your friend

And friendship is all you saw.

More than friendship

Is all I am here for

There is no harm in trying.

I am worth your potential mate.

All I need is one shot to prove it.

I am not your enemy,

It’s either you are my girlfriend

Or you are a stranger.

No friend zone.

The ills of society

If I speak loudly, they will ask my background, as if a well-known background will make me be heard.

If your background is not sound, they do not listen to your words but no one can remember that even a fool can be right once or twice in his life.

Who will know that foolishness is not a station. It can be a temporary phase that can be washed away through seeking knowledge and no one knows the changes made, yet they remember the fool of yester year.

Let me be the fool for the day, or be stupid for you. That can also be a lesson too for not falling into stupidity in the future. Let me be your background. Jesus earthly background made Nazareth to be just a hometown rather than the beginning of a huge ministry no wonder they never saw the works of awesomeness.

To those who grew up with me I can be your Nazarene but let me defragment the ills of society for those  who see me as a man who shows wonders in Galilee.

Looking deep with my deepest spectacles, we failed as a people to be good judges therefore let no man judge because we are poor judges.  We cry so much that we have haters or enemies and most of these enemies we create for ourselves. No one has ever created an enemy out of a stranger. Every enemy was once a close friend.

Lesson : Stop creating enemies even though in some cases they are unavoidable.

Most of the time we say other people feel jealous for us when we are the ones who make them jealous and we rush to say someone is jealous.

Lesson: Don’t celebrate about having a husband in front of a widow, she may think you are doing it to cause her pain. Make sure you don’t rush to judge when you have created a situation.

If jealousy is a bad thing, what did society do to cure it or something done for the future to make sure jealousy doesn’t grab us again. No wonder history repeats itself for we assume we did learn but we never learn.

Everyone goes around gossiping but you will become a dangerous gossiper when you spread a bad one. Spread a good one, it’s not gossip. You end up hating someone because of a gossip but originally you heard no intention to do so. Don’t rush to increase your enemy list just by importing. 

Gossip is the source of all rumors, rumor is just data, it does not mean it does not hold some truth, it’s just half of a story no wonder Judges in courts want the real witnesses when an incident happened to get separate data and real information.

Society is weird. If you discover too early that it is ill you will disconnect from it. Once you do the same society want you back in for you will no longer be doing something normal.

For society something will become normal because a larger population of people do it. Deviate from that, you are not normal. What if at times you realise that you are the normal one left, the only chicken in a cage populated with snakes, the only sheep in wolves. That’s why sometimes I brag when people say I am abnormal. I always say I am not abnormal neither am I normal but let it be known that I am above normal.

Lesson: Being normal should not be determined by majority but by evaluation of being human.

Everyone who gives you advice has an objective, it’s either he or she is genuinely helping you out of love or he or she is driving you into action so that he or she can benefit. It’s important to know the real objective. From my own spectacles an enemy is the one who gives you the most sound advice but don’t trust the enemy.

S/he tells you the truth more often to hurt you not to liberate you. Take the advice but don’t trust the enemy. Re adjust to suit your own strategy.

Society has a bad habit, if you are poor they laugh you for being poor and it’s even worse in this society when it’s normal being corrupt. You are poor because you are not corrupt. Become rich they will cry at you. You  have become a Satanist, a witch or you have goblings. What about the sleepless nights you never told them about. They are seeing the glass half full.

That’s why business people mind their own business, if you are still telling people to mind their own business you are not yet minding your own business. A busy minded person always see what wasting time is like. The more you mind your own business the lesser you talk

While you are trying to build your own legacy they are building their own story for you. The media wants a good story more than they want the truth. How boring it becomes for the people listen blindly to the media. The most trusted are not always the truth givers.

I always told my best friends that they are certain posts in life that I dislike which are being a Pastor/Prophet and Politician.  Things beyond your control can affect these posts. A good name or a bad name can spoil these careers. Why?

If I am a Pastor and my son decides at a later age to become stubborn and start taking drugs it will affect my church for how will I preach to people not to take drugs while I am failing that on my son but mind you children can be stubborn especially when they are independent not relying on you.

 It’s even worse for a prophet, you are busy being quoted like a Bible and all mistakes recorded yet no one on this Earth was ever pure. Even Lucifer came down through failure what more of a human being. We respect men who did mighty works because they are dead, if they were alive we would despise them.

For a politician like a President discipline starts at home. Even a natural phenomenon like a natural disaster can be said to be caused by you. Such is heavy on the shoulders in the African setup.

That is why being a businessperson is better for the business and the person is separated through accounting. If you sue a company, you have not sued the owner of the company. Making my personal mistakes of having wives and concubines like Solomon doesn’t affect my business as long the business supplies people’s needs.

Finally yet importantly, love is a powerful thing but a lot no longer believe in it for it has been painted dark throughout the ages. People with broken hearts break people and it becomes a continuous cycle. I believe for every heartbreak created, it makes a human being tougher for the next person to make a sound relationship.

It makes me believe that the first relationship is the truest relationship than any other to follow.

Other relationships are just arrangements for love while safeguardng our hearts. It becomes paramount to be secure than being loved. What a society?

Let’s bring all the social binoculars together

Supernatural

Love can be so supernatural

Sometimes you can think it’s artificial

Because it once made us all stupid

That’s why we are all victims.

Sometimes it is a curse

Sometimes it is a blessing

You can wonder why our endeavours  are built on so much pain

Than being built on so much joy.

We chose love and we chose whom to love

We regret choosing whom we love

But we never chose to quit love.

Sometimes I wonder why not quit all.

Quit both the pain and it’s cause,

Destroy a tree and all it’s roots

Yet we stay with the roots.

Can we justify the reason,

Because love can be so supernatural.

Happy Birthday

Happy you brought awesome content to the world. Wishing you a Happy Birthday to enjoy and cherish

Worthless

When you love someone

And you have no better  way to show it,

Your feelings are doomed to be known.

Your heart is destroyed with feelings

Like clothes thrown in a drum

Full of sulphuric acid.

Who will appreciate what’s unknown?

It will expire like unused airtime in a phone.

You then wonder why you have a factory of feelings

That can never seem to be expressed.

I want my heart to be refreshed,

To know that I loved someone

And also be loved wholeheartedly.

It hurts to end as wishful thinking

For the love I sacrificed for started sinking

Usher

Some express it through speech

Others express it through a song

I express it through poetry

My friends express it through action

While others express it through self self harm.

There are those who express through shouting,

Some express it through crying

All are forms of expression

Only done to burn what’s cooking inside.

We all have what we want to usher to the world,

Find a channel that can’t hurt you

And usher it to the world.

I still remember like it’s yesterday

When I was told to express myself by twin sisters

Their names were Sasha and Tasha.

In the same spirit, get in the lime light and usher.

Wherever you are Sasha and Tasha,

I still thank you for that matchstick you provided,

Hoping you could see how this hidden candle turned to be.

Baby Zimbabwe

It’s been forty years now

But you are still a baby.

Who will bring us rain

And restore our legacy?

Be a breadbasket for Africa!

The Capital City is in shambles,

Do you want small cities to be rubbles,

For we no longer have role models.

The youth  have nothing to offer their girls.

Life begins at Forty

But you still a baby

Even though you are crying

No one wants to offer pampers for you.

You could have been mature many years ago.

You are isolated like you don’t have friends,

Maybe you tried to stand but you fell

Maybe you tried to crawl but you fell.

I still hope for the best in you but you are still crying my baby Zimbabwe.

Is this still love?

We are always in a fight

I am always wrong

And you are always right

I am stupid and you are bright.

I make a mistake and you avenge it

I don’t know how I gave you

A reason for  revenge.

I come and reconcile

Only to get a promise

For vengeance

If I try to walk away

You blackmail my emotions

For leaving the children.

I stay out of my guilty conscience

For you to torment me again.

Is this still love?

Life just happened

I started realising

I was out of my mind

When I began enjoying my pain

A new normal for insanity

Broken mind, broken heart

Broken feelings.

I heard them saying

I need a therapist,

While I felt self harm

Was my therapy.

I got too messed up

And stayed too long in my head

Than reality.

They called me mentally ill

and I hated to hear it

For I felt I knew what was happening.

I was in a cave of my own sorrows.

What would they expect

From a man with a broken mind

 and broken heart?

Life can make you mentally retarded.

If you ask me I will tell you

“Life just happened”

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